Saturday, November 01, 2014

Table-Tennis Players Anonymous

My work place too has a few people engagement activities and one of it happens to be a sports war spread across an year.
The 300+ people in the team have been grouped into 7 groups and................... I am one of the captains!!!!

How did that happen?
Frankly, I dont know!
When I got to know of this, over the initial shocked phase, I had spent a few hours wondering how in the world could anyone at all get the idea that I had something to with sport. I remember uttering words to a similar effect, when someone near me grinned and said he was one of the culprits who had suggested my name. The reason being that I am a people-person and I could easily pick the stronger women players. As for the men, they already knew who were good. Ok.. a part of it made sense. But did they have to make me a CAPTAIN for this? They could have just asked me.. for heavensake!!!

And the funniest thing was, at the time of the team selection I was forced to be on leave and so I came back and found we had missed some of the women players I knew were good.

Anyways, the sports event started.. and one after the other, different matches and games rolled out...chess, carroms, Table Tennis....
Wait a minute, no women in the team were ready to play TT.. younger, slimmer, smarter girls.. none of them!!! I tried to boost them into participating and said there was no pressure for them to win.. naaah! Didnt work. None of them budged! 
This meant it would be a no-show for our team.. and ofcourse the captain couldnt let that happen.
So she picked up the TT bat for the first time in her life, 5 days before the 1st game.

Armed with only enthusiasm and a thick-skin, I began playing with a new work-teammate who had been playing TT since she was a kid ( sigh..! I had her in mind when thinking of forming our team, but we missed her). 
The game was uproarious.. I didnt know where the ball was headed, I had no aim.. I didnt even know how to hold the bat! I was holding the bat like the way you would hold a bat to swat a fly :D 
And my whole bay people purposely filed out into the TT-playing space and began to cheer and attract a bigger crowd and do everything that was possible to embarrass me.. loud cheers, commentary, claps. And they succeeded big time! But I held firm and played on... and though I lost every one of the matches, I began to love the game.

On the day of the match, I was butchered :D There is no other way to put it! 
But, every time I defended myself or by fluke won a point, there was a thundering applause.. and well, the support made me feel a little better ;)

Ahem.. next we have the Badminton series coming up...
We need 2 players.. and we are 1 player short.
So the short and stout captain comes to the... errr.. rescue.. is it??

(Psst.. she has now converted into a TT-addict and Badminton-enthusiast-soon-to-be-addict, with symptoms like the withdrawal syndrome. Probably may have join the TT/Badminton players-anonymous soon.)

The wayfarer's glimpse

A crowded bus on a warm sunny noon..
Well, not exactly crowded.. there was 1 vacant seat.

We stopped at the PMG bus stop and an old middle-class couple in their late 60's or early 70's boarded the bus.
The old lady paused next to the vacant seat that was shared by an elderly man, and then she moved ahead leaving it for her husband.
The husband hovered next to the seat, and till he made certain that she had got a seat, he did not sit either.
There was a momentary eye contact, assuring each other that they were comfortable, and then they turned their attention elsewhere, settling into the journey.

A very routine thing, but still it stuck to my mind as being the sweetest thing I had seen in a while :)